DISCLAIMER

Yay me. I finally own something. Regina Chambers and everyone who works with her. Everything else belongs to Stephen J. Cannell.

Two days later, two boys walked into a building that read Chambers' Psychiatrist Office.

"I hate shrinks," one of the boys hissed.

"Hey, relax, man. All we gotta do is pretend to be deeply troubled youths. It's nothin' that we ain't done before," the second boy said.

"Will you shut up, Doug?" Tom snapped. Chambers? Why does that name seem familiar? It can't be who I'm thinking of…could it? He wondered.

"Geez. Sorry," Doug muttered. Meanwhile, the attractive black girl behind the counter found herself staring at the two boys who had just walked in.

"Can I help you boys?" she asked brusquely.

"Yeah. What's the fastest way out of here?" Tom shot back. Judy fixed him with a look. Come on, Tom. Don't blow this, she thought.

"Uh, yeah. You can help us. We have an appointment," Doug responded.

"Name?" Judy asked in the same tone as before.

"Tom and Doug Williams," Doug answered.

"Through the hall, last door on the right," Judy stated. The boys went into the hall, though Tom kept lagging.

"Will you come on?" Doug snapped, grabbing his friend by the shoulder and dragging him. Finally, they were at the door. Doug knocked.

"Come in," a voice invited. The door was opened and the boys stepped inside.

"Hello, boys," an attractive woman with reddish-blond hair greeted. Tom's stomach lurched. It was her.